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Pierre, having made up his mind to obey his monitress implicitly,

moved toward the sofa she had indicated. As soon as Anna

Mikhaylovna had disappeared he noticed that the eyes of all in

the room turned to him with something more than curiosity and

sympathy. He noticed that they whispered to one another, casting

significant looks at him with a kind of awe and even servility. A

deference such as he had never before received was shown him. A

strange lady, the one who had been talking to the priests, rose

and offered him her seat; an aide-de-camp picked up and returned

a glove Pierre had dropped; the doctors became respectfully

silent as he passed by, and moved to make way for him.